I really did intend to go.
My high school reunion. Forty-two years. I had missed the 40th for some reason.
After all, it was going to be at Orange Blossom Festival and that might be fun.
But then I couldn't. I couldn't go back at OBF. I couldn't watch floats and bands and think about the times that Dan had been in that parade ( or me for that matter with him watching). I couldn't go to the Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast that my father use to organize.
I just couldn't go.
I really wanted to talk to people. But I knew I couldn't. I knew I would not stick to the small stuff.
I was born there. My parents are buried there. My strongest memories of Dan are there.
I will return. When we bring Dan to join mom and dad. Until then Lindsay has to stay a memory in my head.